#noah sebastian drabble

[concreteangel92]

The Tattoo Artist - Chapter 2

Noah Sebastian x female reader

No warnings

So I decided to make this into a little story, as I’ve said before, it’s not going to be a super long fic but I’m enjoying being back in this little universe again. I hope everyone likes it and I’ll try and update it soon ☺️

You can read chapter 1 here if you haven’t already

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You walked down the aisle with the basket on your arm as you done a small food shop for the week.

Naturally, as you had a bit of a sweet tooth, you found yourself picking up a couple bags of your favourite sour jellies and tossing them into your basket.

“Stocking up?”

You turned around and saw Noah stood there with an amused smile on his face.

“Oh hey! Sorry I didn’t see you there, and yeah you caught me”

Noah chuckled and walked over so he was standing next to you, you noticed he’d picked up a drink and a sandwich which was in his large hands.

“I feel I owe you a packet of those seeing as I ate so many a few weeks ago”

You smiled and shook your head.

“Don’t be silly, I keep some spare for my clients for such emergencies. How is your tattoo now?”

Noah smiled more and lifted the leg of his joggers up over the freshly healed tattoo. You couldn’t help yourself but bend down and have a proper look at your work, eyes skimming over the clean lines and bold colour.

“Nice! This healed really well”

“It did, it’s definitely one of my favourites now, everyone has loved it when I’ve shown them”

You stood back up with a small blush.

“Thank you, I’m so happy that you love it. My books have certainly started to fill up more thanks to your post”

Noah looked slightly sheepish as he brought one hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“Yeah…sorry I didn’t say anything in person, I don’t always know how to react with people who like the band or whatever”

“No that’s ok, I’m sorry I didn’t know who you were, I felt kind of embarrassed when I realised that I was talking and asking you if you’d seen the band, of course you have”

You giggled nervously as you remembered the conversation while finishing up his leg piece.

“Actually it was kind of refreshing to hear someone just talk about the music without knowing who I was”

“Well isn’t the whole point of a band to enjoy the music?”

Noah laughed as he responded. “You’d be surprised, some fans can be very….enthused about everything I do”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Don’t worry, I promise I’m not going to steal a lock of your hair or anything”

“Shame. I was hoping you were keeping a shrine.” He grinned, then added, “But seriously…it was nice. Talking to someone who wasn’t performing a fake version of themselves just because they recognised me”

“Well I can assure you that I very much just enjoy your music” You both started to walk down the aisle together.

“Damn, and there I thought you enjoyed my company too”

“Careful Noah, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were flirting with me?” You couldn’t stop the smile on your lips and the butterflies in your tummy as he kept his intense gaze on you.

“Maybe I’m just trying to pluck up the courage to ask if you fancied getting a coffee together?”

You stared up at him in slight disbelief.

“Really?”

Noah looked nervous as he smiled down at you and nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I’m not normally as forward, obviously if you’re busy then…”

You cut his fast ramblings off with a smile.

“I’m free now?”

He smiled and you watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed.

“Yeah I’m free for a couple hours, I know a great place not far from here?”

“Lead the way”

A little while later after paying for your items, you found yourself walking around the local park, both with a coffee in hand and chatting casually.

“So are you guys rehearsing at the moment?”

You took a sip of your ice latte as you looked up at him.

“Yeah we have a few shows coming up in the next month, one here actually if you wanted to come along?”

“Really? There are still tickets left?”

Noah blushed slightly as he walked.

“For me there would be yeah, I could get you a backstage pass if you wanted?”

The butterflies in your stomach hadn’t stopped for the last hour and in this moment you felt like they were swarming as you tried to stay calm.

“That would be amazing!”

Noah smiled at your answer, the corners of his eyes creasing slightly.

“Cool. I’ll text you the details once it’s all confirmed”

You nodded, trying not to overthink the way your hand gently brushed his as you both walked a little closer next to each other.

The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden light across the path as your conversation drifted to other things, your favourite bands, ridiculous tour stories which you couldn’t get enough of and the weirdest tattoos you’d ever been asked to do.

You couldn’t remember the last time someone made you feel this at ease, it felt so natural to be walking together and just enjoying the other’s company.

To anyone watching the pair of you, on the outside you looked calm but on the inside, your heart hadn’t slowed down since he smiled at you in the snack aisle.

[silent-stories]

Random Noah thought that I can't title (3) bc his cheeks look SO kissable. Look at him.

You’ve always been affectionate with your friends. It wasn’t something you thought twice about, resting your head over Matt's shoulder for a moment when sitting backstage, ruffling Folio’s hair after a show and making him laugh as he tried to do the same thing to you and you ran away, or dropping a casual kiss on one of your friends' cheek when they did something nice for you.

With Noah, though?

With Noah it was different.

Not that you treated him differently, you really didn't.

You kissed his cheek too, just like you did with the others, like when he made you vegetable soup when you weren't feeling very well, when he bought you that necklace you'd been saying you wanted for your birthday, after a friendly outing with the band.

And every time, without fail, his ears turned bright red. A cute, nervous blush crept across his cheekbones.

You noticed, of course.

But you never said anything.

Neither did he.

He’d just duck his head a little, let out a small laugh, and try to act casual while internally short-circuiting and screaming and crying.

Because Noah had a secret that was not really a secret to anyone.

A big, stupid, inconvenient, wonderful secret.

He had a huge crush on you.

It wasn’t even subtle. Not to the rest of the band, anyway. Folio caught on the first time he watched Noah stare at you for a solid minute while you were talking to Jolly. Nick figured it out after Noah rewrote an entire verse in a song because the original one “didn’t feel right” after you'd given your opinion on it. And Jolly? Well, Jolly just knew. Like some sixth sense.

You didn’t seem to notice, or maybe you did, and just didn’t say anything. That was worse, in Noah’s mind.

Tonight, you were all hanging out at their house.

You came bringing your best friends, the one who had a crush on Folio but for some reason avoided him like the plague and the one who always forgot their band's name.

You were wearing a casual dress, nothing fancy, just right for a night like this, but Noah still had to take a deep breath every now and then and stop himself from looking at you for the hundredth time

You were sitting between Nick and Noah on the couch.

You laughed at something he said and turned your head toward Noah.

He stiffened, just slightly, as you leaned in.

"By the way," Your lips brushed the edge of his cheek, soft and familiar.

“Thanks for letting me hijack your playlist earlier,” you whispered against his skin.

Noah didn’t breathe.

You pulled back with that smile he liked too much. The one that made his chest feel too tight.

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, hoping his voice didn’t crack.

You turned back to the group, commenting on something Jolly was saying. Noah just sat there, ears flaming, willing himself to look normal.

Matt caught his eye from across the room and smirked.

Noah glared at him.

Later that night, after everyone found different spots to sit and chat, you found Noah sitting on the steps just outside the front door, tapping something into the notes app on his phone. Probably lyrics.

“Hey.” you said quietly, sitting beside him.

"Hey." He gave you a small smile.

You were silent for a beat. Then, quietly: “Your ears were red again.”

Noah froze.

You were watching him, expression unreadable. He just hoped you weren't going to make fun of him.

He laughed, kind of breathless. “Yeah. I, uh… that’s just… you know. When it's hot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Noah.”

He swallowed. Hard.

“I like when you kiss me,” he said finally, voice low, words almost trembling. “Probably more than I should.”

You blinked.

“I mean...I know you do that with everyone, and it’s totally cool, I’m not trying to make it weird, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, ears crimson again. “I have this… thing. For you. And I’m scared I look like a total idiot every time you’re near me.”

You stared at him.

Then smiled.

Slowly.

And leaned in.

Another kiss, still on his cheek. It was warm.

“You don’t look like an idiot,” you murmured. “You look like someone I really, really want to kiss properly.”

His heart fucking stopped.

Then—

“...like, not just cheek-level anymore.”

Noah turned to you, beautiful brown eyes so wide you could almost see your reflection in them.

And then you kissed him, really kissed him.

And his cheeks still burned, and his ears were still red.

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Noah Sebastian (Part 2)

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Oneshots

@measuredingold :

‘heaven sent’ (absolutely god tier fic) 🌹🪻

‘coeur d’alene’ (part 2 to heaven sent^) 🥀🪻🌺

‘i was free in the fall’ 🥀🪻

best friend! noah part 1 🌺 part 2 🌹

@somebodyels3 :

‘cleanse me with pleasure’ (another absolutely god tier work) 🌹

‘Dull Ache’ 🥀🪻

@iwasntstable :

'never just friends' (yet another god tier piece of writing) 🌹🥀

‘stay til’ morning’ (part 2 to never just friends ^) 🥀🪻

‘happy birthday’ 🪻

‘when i miss you’ 🪻

‘tired?’ 🪻

'is it true?' 🥀🪻

@veronicaphoenix :

‘to hold you, to heal’ 🥀🪻

‘under the stars’ 🪻

‘until the stars stop shining’ 🪻

'wrapped in winter embers' 🌹

@yarasdead :

‘CYBERSEX’ 🌹

first time with best friend! noah part 1 🌹 part 2 🌹

@concretecultist :

‘Kingdom Come’ 🌹

‘Pomegranates & Pleasure’ 🌹

'Sacrilege' 🌹

@darksigns-exe :

‘dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien’ (sleep on until the day when all is well) 🥀🪻

‘the manic rhapsody’ 🪻

‘devour me’ 🌹🥀

@poppy-in-the-woods :

'Braids' 🌹

@rprise :

'moonlight' 🪻🌺

'night drive' 🪻

@thewrstinme :

'Immortalised in stone' 🪻🌹

'You always do that, don't you?' 🌹🪻

‘You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one’ 🌹

@kaliforniahigh :

haters to lovers (doesn't have a title) 🥀🌹

@valiantroeagleangel :

'Beg for it' 🌹

@into-the-grey :

'Until You're Resting' 🥀🪻

@magnificentstrawberryomen :

'warm and alive' 🌹

@concreteangel92 :

'The Angel Of The Night' 🥀🌹

period sex 🌹

‘Every Last Drop’ 🌹

@malice-ov-mercy :

stepbrother noah and toys (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@deathblacksmoke :

'love is a gentle thing' 🪻

‘sink into your sunlight’ 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

'2.30 AM CHAMOMILE TEA' 🥀🪻

‘The Sound Of You’ 🪻

@tikosblogg :

‘A Helping Hand’ Part 1 🌹 Part 2 🥀🌹

@foreverlittlesoshi :

‘the center of my day’ 🪻

@silentglassbreak :

'Anything More Than Human' 🌹

'Skin' 🌹

@sykesandskittles :

'ZERO' 🌹

@omensandwonders :

'i can't be saved' 🌹

@idwt-money :

'Sleepless Nights' 🌹

@bluestdai

‘Shadowbound’ 🥀🌹

noah x reader x folio :

@concretecultist :

threesome (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@sorrowsofsilence :

'Threefold Desires' 🌹

noah x reader x davis :

@livingdeceasedgirl :

'The Hills' 🌹

Series

@veronicaphoenix :

‘The Inevitability Of Love At First Sight’ (god tier as well) 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

‘To Build A Family’ 🪻🥀

Brother’s best friend! Noah 🪻🥀

[xmads-omensx]

DAY 1 - CHRISTMAS PHOTOS

Word Count: 1,161

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: Pretend angst, slight angst, fluff, cringe sappy Christmassy feels, swearing

“Noah come on please.” I pleaded.

“No babe don’t make me do this.” He groaned, hands falling by his sides.

“Come on, Noah. It’s only a photo. ONE PHOTO. Please.” You replied, adjusting the position of your iPhone against the plant pot on the kitchen counter.

“Baby please. I look like an idiot.” He groaned, gesturing to his torso that was adorned with a colourful Christmas jumper.

You gasped.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” You said in a fake angry voice.

“But it’s true babe, come on.” Noah continued to complain.

“I’m not talking to you.” You replied, turning your back to him and continuing to adjust the phone until it was set at the angle that you wanted it.

“Y/N. Come on.” Noah stepped forward, getting closer to you.

You whipped your head around and glared at him. He held his hands up in surrender and stepped away, back into his previous position.

Once your phone was in the position you wanted and the timer had been set, you walked over to Noah and stood next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

He sighed, but wrapped his own arm around you and forced a smile at the camera.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" You asked once the photo had been taken.

Upon inspecting the image, you instantly realised how Noah's smile was clearly forced, whilst yours was genuine.

You glared at him.

"What is this?" You questioned.

"Baby come on. I said it before, it's just a photo." Noah tried to reason.

"It's not just a photo to me, Noah." You sighed. "I just want one shitty photo of us in our shitty, cringey Christmas jumpers, just for me to have. Is that too much to fucking ask?"

By this point, you had been trying to do this for around thirty minutes and had begun to feel frustrated and were ready to give up on the whole idea.

"Forget it." You sighed, walking back up to your shared bedroom, leaving Noah stood in front of the Christmas tree, wearing his god-awful Christmas jumper that, obviously, matched yours.

Noah felt awful. He never meant to upset you. He was just kidding.

No one had ever wanted to take a Christmas photo with him, so it had thrown him slightly.

But at the end of the day, you did so much for him, why shouldn't he do this one thing for you.

That night, he hatched a plan.

His plan involved the rest of the guys, a trip to the mall, and Bryan's camera.

He was going to make this Christmas special for you if it was the last thing he ever did.

The next day, all of the guys were gathered in the driveway, bundled up in warm jackets and scarves, Noah gave them their missions.

"Jolly, Folio, Matt. You need to go to the Christmas pop-up shop and get some garlands and fairy lights. Enough to fill in the extra space on the bannisters. Bryan, Davis, Michael. You're on jumpers. I have sent you a photo of it. Make sure you get one in everyone's size besides me and Y/N. It's from Target so you should be able to find it. Nick and I will be on snacks. Anyone got any questions?" Noah finished his action plan.

Jesse raised his hand. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You're on distraction. Keep her away from the living room at all costs after we return. Take her for breakfast or something. She cannot know what we are doing." Noah directed.

Jesse nodded his head before heading back inside, mumbling something about having gotten out of bed for nothing.

Once the front door had closed, the groups all jumped into their respective cars, before driving to the shopping mall.

You, however, had remained blissfully unaware of the chaos Noah was causing.

You had been rudely awoken by Jesse singing 'Last Christmas' by Wham in the shower and absolutely butchering it, which was weird because he is great at singing.

Noah wasn't beside you, which wasn't exactly unusual, but you still felt a pang in your heart.

Jesse took you out for a very lovely breakfast under the guise of wanting to gossip about your work, and Noah of course. It wasn't exactly unusual for you to hang out with Jesse like this, but something felt off.

The drive home had felt awfully quiet and slow. The car driving behind Jesse had honked their horn at him in an attempt to make him go faster, which he ignored. It was only when a notification on his apple watch appeared that he drove faster.

You were used to Jesse's odd behaviour by this point, but something still felt off.

The lights inside the house were dimmed upon your return, which was weird because everyone's cars were out front.

Opening the door, you were greeted by eight heavily tattooed men stood in front of the Christmas tree in matching jumpers. The ones you had bought for you and Noah to wear.

Davis picked up a Target bag and threw it at Jesse, which he caught, before pulling his shirt over his head and pulling on his jumper.

You were lost for words as Noah stepped forward, your own jumper folded neatly in his hands which were outstretched to you.

"Here you go, baby, why don't you go and put this on so we can take a group photo?" He softly said, a smile gracing his perfect features.

You simply nodded, unable to form words as your eyes began to tear up at their kindness.

You practically ran up the stairs to change.

By the time you had returned to the group, Bryan had set up his camera on a tripod in front of the Christmas tree, which had been surrounded by new garlands and fairy lights, something you presumed the boys had put up.

You took your place between Noah and Matt, getting ready for the photo to be taken, when you realised something.

"Something's missing!" You exclaimed, running back up the stairs.

The guys shared a look of confusion as you ran back down, clutching something red and fluffy in your hands.

You made a bee-line for Noah and gestured for him to lean down, he complied and you pulled the fluffy red object over the top of his head.

Once he stood up, it was clear what you had done.

You had put a Santa hat on Noah's head.

Giggling to yourself, you retook your position, Noah leant down to kiss the top of your head and whispered a quiet "I love you" into your hair, before straightening back up.

Bryan pressed a button on his camera, before running back to the group. "Everyone say Merry Christmas!" He exclaimed with a grin.

The rest of you giggled before shouting, in almost-perfect unison, "Merry Christmas!" causing the room to errupt in a fit of laughter.

The picture showed just that.

Happiness.

MAIN MASTERLIST

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

[skulla-rxcks]

Chasing release

Paring: Noah Sebastian solo

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: solo masturba!tion, shower j3rking off. Stressed noah.

! Just a Little drabble :)! Noah showers for a release after being stressed from work.

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Noah sighs, his hand travelling to his dick. He’s so needy, so worked up from performing all the time. He’s sitting down in the shower, hand wrapped around his hardened cock.

He’s so fucking stressed he needs release. The warm water is running down his back, and onto his thighs; adding to his arousal. Noah groans, moving his hips and thrusting his cock In and out of his hand, his glistening precum leaking out of his length. He needs to cum so badly, he needs to find a release for all of his stress; he’s gone too long without touching himself that it hurts almost, he’s been too busy.

His hips start to move upwards thrusting Into his hand, he’s so fucking pent up right now, his cock aching to cum. He leans against the cold tiled wall. whimpering as the hot water drips down onto his balls, making them tighten with need. God he really wants to cum. He trails his fingers on his tip, smearing his precum. He wraps his hand around himself again, thrusting his red hot needy tip into his hand before eventually bringing his hand down and up his entire dick.

“Fuck” His whole body convulses, he gasps loudly at how good it feels to fuck his hands into oblivion. It feels so fucking good, his body shakes slightly as he cums, hard. He finishes off by throwing his head back, moaning loudly as his ropes of release spray all over him. leaving him sitting there in pleasure.

[spicywhenspeaking]

But guys…hear me out. (super nsfw under the cut)

(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

What if when Noah fucks you he hold your head down onto the pillow. Like a fist full of your hair and just pushing up down into your pillow and you’re drooling because he’s fucking you so hard.

Relentlessly.

hehehe saying that’s you’re being a good slut, taking his cock. He knew he wouldn’t have to prepare you to take his huge dick because you’re a whore that’s always wet for him.

🤭 and he loves to leave marks.

Hand prints, hickies, bite marks

All over you. Inner thighs, butt cheeks, neck, hell! even your back.

The best part is that I think he would REALLY make you work for his cum.

Like you think I’m just going to give you exactly what you want?

Nooo only good girls get their rewards and you’ve been a bad girl haven’t you. You didn’t listen to my instructions hmm? I told you not to touch yourself until I got home. Did you listen??

Of COURSE YOU DIDNT!!!

So you don’t get his hot load inside of you :(

Instead he flips you onto the edge of the bed so he can fuck your face hard and cum down your throat.

But will you really complain!??!

No! Of course not you freaking slut!

(It’s me, I’m the slut)

Anyway….that’s what I was thinking.

[bluestdai]

listen to me for a second, or just ignore me! but vamipre boyfriend!noah invites vampire!oli to your bedroom one night and after a while you end up on the bed watching them as they levitate above the bed with their tongues tangled together. i need to think about this, goodbye

[ladyveronikawrites]

THE GAMES WE PLAY

source : tiktok

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x gender neutral reader

CW: swearing, mild hair pulling/tugging, sloppy desk blowjob

word count :813

AN; unbeta'd oneshot - please enjoy❤️ - dividers @saradika-graphics

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18+ content MDNI

You find yourself under a desk… one might ask why you are there but not you. Not with the bet you have going with Noah that you can make him cum so hard he dies in game. You know his track record isn't great, he streams to play with his friends and right now one of those friends is in the room across the hall. 

Noah was gracious to set down a few blankets and pillows for you while you situate yourself for the long haul. You hear the smile in his voice and a soft chuckle when he greets those who have joined the stream. You gently slide your hands over his thighs, spreading his legs for you. On his lower half, he is dressed only in soft gym shorts giving you easy access to every sensitive part of him. 

Slowly, painfully slow, you graze the tips of your fingers from the inner thigh up the the large holes in the legs of his shorts. His breath catches only for a second and you hear him fake a cough when your fingers brush the junction of flesh between his legs. You feel his body tense to your touch, rubbing your thumbs over the skin, teasing. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” he swears covering the soft sigh you definitely heard. You haven’t even started and he’s going crazy. “Yes!” he cheers, “Next round let’s goooooo!” You scoot forward peering up from your lashes at him, and he winks at you. Your gaze lowers when his attention moves back up to the screen and you find the hand not holding the controller, flipping you off. Grinning, you know to double your efforts, thumbing the waistband of his shorts. To your surprise, he gets the silent plea and adjusts his weight for you to tug down his shorts while feigning what you would consider the most obnoxious yawn and stretch you’ve ever heard. 

Licking your lips, you get down to business, gripping the thickest part of his thigh to plant wet kisses up his leg. He coughs again and you notice the music getting louder. You hear Nick ask if Noah is alright and he responds with a “Fuck you” and back to button smashing. The trash-talking has you all riled up, impulsively you lick a fat stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip, earning you a magical slew of curses and a warning tug on your roots. It’s hot and over in seconds as he presses on in his game. 

But now you want more.

Crowding in closer to his lap, you support your knees on a few pillows before bracing your hands on his hips. He hisses when you dig your nails in and wrap your lips around the tip. Flicking your tongue over the slit, salty precum bursts on your tastebuds. Above you, Noah clears his throat again and you swallow more. Swirling and sucking, he slaps away your hands and when you look up at him he glares at you, his dark eyes narrow and dilated. You roll your tongue- a bratty fuck you too. His jaw tics before saying “I think I’m going to call this one.” You sit silently, the weight of his cock heavy against your tongue as the guys playing with him all gang up on him. Defeated, Noah agrees to keep playing. When you hear Nick say, “hold on guys I gotta pee,” the guys grumble in unison. Your ticket to victory. Noah instantly shoves your head down his length unrelenting when you start to gag. “Hey Noah, you loading in?” someone asks. “Oh yeah, one sec…” he mumbles, hands leaving your hair, one to claw at his own thigh while the other wipes away the stray tear from your cheek. A shimmer of adoration sparkles in his eyes just before his attention returns to the game. 

It’s time to finish him.

With renewed fervor, you swirl your tongue around him again and start bobbing your head up and down. Leaning back in his chair slightly, he meets your efforts with a rock of his hips. Drool spills from your lips coating the hands wrapped around his shaft. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, his rthymn sputtering. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts, shooting ropes of cum into the back of your throat. There’s a loud thud above you -- a controller most likely-- jolting your concentration if only for a second as you lick and suck Noah’s cock clean. 

Another crash and suddenly large hands push you off making you fall onto your ass. Dazed, you hardly register being pulled up from the desk and onto Noah’s chest. With a vice grip, he tilts your chin up and spears your lips apart with his tongue. He ruthlessly explores your mouth, licking up any remaining cum from your mouth. 

“That was fucking hot,” Noah pants, chest heaving and eyes locked onto yours.

“You’re next.”

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this was so cute I could cry

I did, I did tear up a little🥹🥹🥹🥹

Noah Sebastian x Reader (fluff)

noah + illness = a literal two year old

"shh, stop fussing, im just braiding your hair"

he mumbles and groans, pulling away from you. he yelps as you tug on a strand of his brown hair. the tv plays an episode of a random anime hes been binge watching.

he finally settles, sitting between your legs as you braid. he tells you about his day, a mumbling tired mess.

"baby?" you ask, he looks up at you. "can i do your skincare perchance?"

he groans.

"stop saying perchance."

you get up, giggling, you run to the bathroom to grab your array of expensive skincare. he sighs, getting comfy. as you settle back down again he turns to ask, "this won't hurt, right?" you almost laugh.

with a shake of your head you get to work. you pull his loose bits of hair; that had fallen out of the braids, back with one of those silly headbands. he snaps a picture.

you gently apply a serum, he whines about it being cold. The wind was picking up outside, october was amongst us. red plaid, pumpkin spice and annoying children in half-ass costumes. you continue with another serum, he bundles himself into a grey blanket.

"you getting sick, babe?" you ask, rubbing moisturizer in. he grumbles, a grumpy ass man he is. you continue massaging his face until he falls asleep, you change the channel to a show youve been watching lately. rain picks up outside. your fluffy dog trots up for cuddles, he snuggles into noah, who was now fully asleep in your arms.

3 hours later you woke up to a thunderstorm, and a sniffly, grouchy noah. you usher him into your shared bedroom and put the kettle on, you prepare hot chocolate as the wind howls outside.

"baaaabe! can i have two marshmallows instead of one?" he calls out, his voice scratchy and broken.

you sigh, smiling to yourself.

you carry the two warm mugs to bedroom, noah is under a pile of blankets with the dog. "here, let me feel your forehead."

he climbs out of the pile of blankets, flushed with messy hair. you press the back of your hand to his forehead. warm.

you hum and press a gentle kiss on his forehead. "ill get you some medicine, hm?"

he wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing his warm face on your stomach. its moments like this that truly remind you of how beautiful and raw your love is.

"what about some soup huh? chicken?"

he mumbles and tightens his hold on you.

you snicker, pulling away to look down at him.

"alright, come on lovebug. let me get you some soup and medicine hm?"

he sighs and slides away from you, he curls into your pillow.

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you come back 30 minutes later with hot soup and medicine. hes asleep.

you gently scratch his back, just tracing over his tattoos. he mumbles, stirring in his sleep. you press a gentle kiss to his back.

"mm?" he turns to face you. his cheeks are red.

"i made you soup, baby. and some medicine. sit up."

he sleepily sits up, rubbing his eyes.

he gratefully takes the soup, whispering thank yous as he soothes his sore throat. he pats the bed next to him, gesturing you closer. you scoot over, immediately overwhelmed by the heat his body was emitting. you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, and cuddle him back to health.

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soooooooooooooooooo sorry i forgot about you guys :c

im trying so hard to make my posts longer but its not going very well lol.. do u guys prefer short- quick ones? or like full blown chapters/stories?

let me know!!!

[erraomens]

Look at You, Taking It So Well

Noah x Female!Reader word count : 940 words prompt . i saw the size of his hand next to that controller and now i wake up in a cold sweat whispering "yes, sir." warnings/ tags. soft dom!noah sebastian, lap straddling, hand kink, oral fixation, filthy finger sucking, spit play, casual dominance, clothed grinding, noah’s joggers are the real enemy here, praise kink, overstimulation, dom/sub tension, unspoken power exchange, emotional damage via his hands, minor brattiness, slightly feral reader behavior. tag list . @lacy1986 , @fadingangelwisp , @bloody-spades , @flowery-mess , @chey-h , @w0manof-flesh44 a/n. this is not a fic. this is a spiritual crisis brought on by one (1) man stretching his tattooed hands like he wasn’t about to spiritually rearrange me. if you've ever watched him hold a controller or a mic and felt yourself ascend and shatter simultaneously—welcome. you are no longer alone.

It starts with the way he stretches his fingers out in front of you, casually flexing the tendons beneath inked skin, like he knows you’re watching. Like he’s purposely doing it to see how you react to such simple movements. 

Those hands—tendons flexing under inked skin, accentuating—rest on his thighs like a threat or a promise. You aren’t sure which, but both seem to turn you on. He leans back in his gaming chair, legs spread in those black joggers he always lives in as he stretches his arms over his head, turning to look at where you sat on the edge of his bed.

You avert your gaze quickly, as if looking was a crime and he would punish you if caught. But the question is, why look away if that is exactly what you wanted? His lips pull into a smirk, devilish–tempting, moving his hand to his thigh, fingers tapping against the fabric—and murmurs: “C’mere.”

You don’t even hesitate, which you consider shameful seeing as he didn’t have to do much in order for you to bend to his words. He had that effect on you.

By the time you straddle his hips, knees digging into the material of the chair, his hands are already on your thighs—massive hands that wrap around them like it’s nothing, dragging you forward until your chest brushes his and your heart's in your throat. You could feel his breath on your lips and he hums, smirking as his hands move up over your ass and just under the hem of your shirt.

He is looking at you like he is contemplating what to do, maybe even like he is letting you think that you have some semblance of control before he rips it away from you. 

"You're staring again," he mutters, low and amused, his thumb brushing over your skin casually, like it’s second nature and not like it is enough to have you on your knees begging. "You going to be a good girl, or am I going to have to make you beg?"

You don’t answer. Not with words. Instead, you lean in and take his fingers into your mouth—slow, controlled, desperate as you fuck them in like they’re his cock. Hollow cheeks, tongue moving along the digits, moaning around the stretch. Eyes flutter shut while your mouth works his hand, your hips shift, grinding down on his lap, unable to help yourself.

His breath catches in his throat, a low broken laugh tumbling out as his head presses back against the headrest of his chair. “Fucking hell, baby. That doing it for you?”

You moan in response, hips moving against him harder, moving yourself over the hard line of his cock straining against the fabric of his joggers. He’s not trying to hide it, he wants you to feel it, and when he looks at you again his pupils are blown. His smile is gone, lips parted as lust clouds his gaze, and he can’t decide if he’s impressed by the way your tongue is moving against his fingers, or if he is seconds from snapping. Bending you over his desk and taking what he wants.

“Unreal,” he breathes, voice low and rough, fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt at your lower back, moving you over him, causing enough friction for you to gasp against his fingers. “Sittin’ in my lap, sucking my fingers like that... Fuck.”

“All it takes are my fingers and you fall apart, huh?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Could’ve had my dick, and you still went for these first.”

You hum around his fingers, nodding, drooling messy over your lips as you open your eyes, and he can see how fucked out you were just by doing this. He watches it glisten, watches the way your mouth moves like it was made for this. For him. You’ve lost all semblance of control, letting more spit drip out, watching as his jaw clenches and his cock twitches under you as it trailed down his hand. 

“Keep going like that and I’m not gonna make it—or maybe that’s what you want,” he growls, the smirk that played on his lips threatening to fall apart, unsure how much longer he could keep this up. He grips your hips, fingers digging in tight as he starts to move you for him—slow, deliberate, mean—guiding the rhythm with one hand alone.

“You wanna come just like this?” he murmurs, fingers pressing deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes, whimpering as you continue to guide him down your throat. “Grinding on my cock while you choke on my fingers? Is that what you’re after?”

Your hips stutter as you nod, lips parting, desperate now, and his smile fades, something darker settling in his eyes. It was like the switch flipped, and you whined louder, head nodding as you practically begged him to keep going. That was the look you were desperate for. The one that promised trouble. The one you knew you’d beg for anyway.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, your lips swollen from working him, and you can’t help but pout, looking absolutely ruined just by sucking on his fingers.

“Then open your mouth,” he demands, voice rough and low, slipping his fingers into his own mouth for a moment. He moved to drag his thumb over your lower lip, watching as your tongue practically chased the digit, and gave in by pressing his fingers hard against your tongue and pressing his fingers of his other hand to your throat. “And don’t you fuckin’ stop moving.”

[concreteangel92]

The Tattoo Artist

Noah Sebastian x female tattoo artist reader

No warnings for this one

I couldn’t get this cute little idea out of my head so here we are! Let me know what you think and it’s been left pretty open so if everyone likes it, we could always revisit this again down the line ☺️

Also the part about the nerves in the body twitching during a tattoo was more or less (obviously it’s been tweaked slightly) the conversation me and my artist had when I was getting my leg tattooed 🤣👌🏻 (you’ll know what I mean when you get there ahaha)

I can also confirm writing this 100% made me crave another tattoo!! My body hasn’t been stabbed or had pain inflicted on it in a year 🤣

Taglist: @flowery-mess @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @bloody-spades @lacy1986 @fadingangelwisp @theanarchymuse95 @w0manof-flesh44 @dream-machine-love @thisbicc @amelia-acero @badomensls @fadingintothegrey @tosoundlessdarkistare @ichoosetenderomens @hurricanesfollowyou @concretejunglefm @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @xmads-omensx @chey-h @xxkittenkissesxx @lyschko666 @rumoured-whispers

Let me know if you wish to be added!

Masterlist

The sound of buzzing filled the studio mixed with the music playing over the speakers in the well lit up room.

Frames upon frames littered the walls, all different tattoo designs and art work from your fellow colleagues or independent artists decorated the space.

You took a sip of your coffee and then wheeled over on your chair to your table to start setting up for your client of the day.

A guy called Noah who wanted a new tattoo on his left leg.

You’d been messaging back and forth online and you’d sent him your designs that you’d drawn up and then tweaked until he was happy with the final result.

You hadn’t seen what he looked like yet, he’d been given your number through a mutual friend who you tattoo’d and you were curious to see who he was.

You set up the tattoo guns and got out all the colour pots so they were ready to use. Your tablet laid open with the design up on the screen ready and you’d already printed off a couple different sizes for Noah to choose from.

Once you felt your station was ready, you sat back in your chair with one leg crossed over the other and drank your coffee while scrolling on your phone.

Dead on 10am you heard the sound of the bell out front, signalling someone had come in.

“Hi, I have an appointment with y/n, 10am”

You heard one of your colleagues directing him through to the back room where you were waiting.

You then saw this incredibly tall and heavily tattooed guy walk in so you gave him a smile.

“Hi Noah Davis yeah?”

Noah nodded and smiled back.

“That’s me”

You gestured for him to come over and you picked up your tablet.

“How are you doing today?”

Noah came and lent against the tattoo table as you pulled on some black gloves over your hands.

“Yeah I’m excited, your work is incredible!”

You felt your cheeks go slightly warm at his compliment, choosing not to meet his gaze as you said thank you.

“That’s very kind, I can see you’re no stranger to a tattoo”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ve had one or two before”

You smiled and you picked up the tablet that had been resting on your lap.

“So just to check, you’re happy with this design? Nothing you want to change?”

“Nope that’s perfect”

You set the tablet down and grabbed a couple different sizes.

“Lovely and what sort of size did you want? Can I see the area?”

Noah nodded and sat back onto the table and brought his left leg up and pointed to the area of skin under a red Japanese style demon mask tattoo.

“I would love it to fill this gap up”

You place the designs over the area to see what the sizes could look like and you pick the middle sized print out.

“I personally think this size fits best but what do you think?”

Noah looked down and nodded.

“That’s looks fine to me, I’ll trust your judgment”

You smiled again and grabbed the razor.

“Just going to shave the area and then we can get the outline on and you can have a look in the mirror over there and make sure you’re happy”

You carefully started to shave away the hair on his leg, you could feel his calf muscle tensing slightly under your touch.

Once the outline was on his skin, you directed him over to the mirror and you watched as he made sure he was happy with it.

You took that time to admire him properly, not only was he tall and clearly took care of himself, it was his eyes and smile that drew you in.

You’d have to be blind to not see how insanely attractive he was but you reminded yourself that he was a client and you had a job to do.

“That’s perfect”

You nodded and smiled.

“Ok, want to come lie back on the table”

You set the top end of table up into a sitting position so he could sit up while you tattooed his leg.

Noah got himself comfortable while you placed your tablet open next to you and doubled checked you had everything ready.

“All set?���

Noah gave you a smile.

“I’m all yours”

You refrained from responding to that and turned the tattoo gun on and got yourself in position and got comfortable over his leg as you started to tattoo him.

After a minute or so you asked him how it was.

“Yeah that’s fine so far, I’m not screaming in agony yet”

You laughed.

“Well the morning is still early”

You spent the next hour chatting back and forth while you worked on his tattoo, the conversation seemed to flow very naturally with each other.

You had your hand on his leg while you tattooed so you could feel his muscles, you were just doing the last of the line work before moving onto the shading when you could feel the muscle tense.

You brought the needle up as Noah’s leg suddenly twitched and his leg jumped up slightly.

“Whoa..sorry, I can’t stop that”

You smiled and giggled as you went back to work when his leg has relaxed down again.

“That’s ok, I can feel when your leg is about to twitch, it’s natural when getting a tattoo in this area due to all the nerves”

Noah nodded and winced at the pain.

“Yeah…my legs do it every time. Is there anywhere worse that twitches in your experience?”

You pulled the gun away and gave his leg a wipe down, you looked up at him with a smirk.

“You really want to know? The one place that twitches the most would be someone’s ass”

Noah couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of his mouth.

“Seriously?!”

You nodded and took a sip of your water.

“Seriously! You think of all the nerves we have there, when someone gets tattooed there, it’s normally twitching away”

“Well remind me not to get you to tattoo my ass then”

You laughed and started the shading.

“I’ve only had to tattoo a couple butts in my time thankfully”

You felt his leg tense slightly and looked up to see his face twisted slightly in pain.

“You good?”

Noah nodded.

“Yeah that bit is particularly sharp”

You noticed he’d gone a bit more pale than when he first walked in.

“You got anything sugary on you?”

Noah suddenly looked like he’d been caught like a deer in the headlights.

“Erm…shit no I forgot. It’s been a while since I had a big tattoo done”

You finished the part you were shading and rolled your chair over to your desk and pulled out some sour jelly sweets.

“Here you go”

Noah smiled and took the bag.

“Thanks”

He popped one into his mouth and his face screwed up as the sour taste hit him.

“Wow…now they are sour!”

You giggled and carried on with the shading.

“Sorry, they are a particular favourite of mine but they will get your sugar levels back up, you are starting to lose a bit of colour, don’t want you passing out on me”

Noah continued to eat some of the sweets and chuckled.

“Sometimes I can be a wimp getting a tattoo, how do you handle them? I see you’re really covered”

You smiled as you wiped his leg again before continuing.

“I have a very high pain threshold so most of mine I’ve breezed through”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me”

You glanced up at him and felt your cheeks go warm as he smiled down at you.

“Depends on where it is obviously”

Another hour or so had gone by and you’d just finished the colour in his tattoo and you’d both been chatting away, the conversation had gone through so many topics, a favourite between you both had been anime and music.

You had just set up the white ink to finish the tattoo off and you stretched out your back quickly.

“Just got to do the white and then you’re all done. How you holding up?”

Noah gave you a beautiful smile and looked down at his leg.

“I’m good, I’m excited to get this finished, my friend was right, you really are incredible”

Your cheeks flushed red at his compliment as you smiled at him. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t loved every second of today. The conversation had non stopped flowed, you shared a lot of the same interests and your energy just seemed to match each other…and he was incredibly easy on the eye as well.

You felt sad that the session was coming to an end, in about 10 minutes you’d be cleaning and wrapping him up and it would be over.

You pushed these feelings aside and focused on the work in front of you, nothing got in the way of you creating the best tattoos you could possibly do.

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, more so because Noah was definitely feeling the pain at this point.

Over the speakers you could hear a new song just starting that a friend of yours had played you the other week and you started singing quietly to the words as you worked.

“I’m not afraid of the war you’ve come to wage against my sins….”

You felt Noah’s leg tense again but didn’t think anything of it.

“You a fan of Bad Omens?”

You shrugged slightly but didn’t take your eyes off his leg.

“I’ve only just started listening to them actually, my friend played me this song the other week and I fell in love with it so I’ve started listening to their albums. I wouldn’t say I’m a massive fan yet but I’d see them live if they tour around here again soon, maybe I’ll know all the words by then. You a fan of the band?”

Noah laughed.

“I guess you could say that yeah”

You were nearly done with his tattoo as you finished the last of the white ink.

“Have you seen them live before?”

“Once or twice yeah”

You wiped down his leg and cleaned it off to check it once more before you wrapped it.

“They’re worth seeing then?”

“I’d say they are definitely worth seeing personally”

You turned off the gun and sat back in your chair.

“What do you think?”

Noah sat up and looked over his new tattoo and then stood up and stretched out his tall body.

“It looks incredible, it’s exactly what I wanted”

You smiled and gestured for him to come over so you could take your photos for your portfolio and then wrap it up.

“Right so I’m assuming you’re no stranger to the aftercare?”

Noah shook his head with a smile.

“Any problems then just give me a call and if it needs any touch ups down the line then let me know”

“Thank you I will and this definitely won’t be the last tattoo I get from you”

You stood up once his leg was wrapped and removed your gloves and chucked them in the bin, it was only standing next to him that you realised how big he actually was, he towered over you.

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the experience and my work”

Noah paid you for the tattoo and gathered his things.

“You’re a great artist with great taste in anime and bands and has a love for sour sweets. I’ll definitely be back”

You laughed and walked with him to the front of the studio to see him out.

“Hey maybe when bad omens next play I could take you to the show?”

You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan to me. It was lovely to meet you Noah”

Noah smiled and gave you a wave as he walked out of the door.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach as he left, feeling sad the day was over.

You went back to your station and started to clean everything away and sterilise everything.

Later that afternoon when you were drinking your freshly made coffee, you got a notification on your phone.

You opened it up and your eyes went wide as you read ‘badomensofficial’ has tagged you in their story.

You saw a photo on their story of Noah’s new tattoo with the caption.

“Had the absolute pleasure of getting a new tattoo by @ y/n today! Will definitely be going back soon, make sure you stock up on those sweets!”

[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

The moment you stepped into your apartment, you knew something was off. Normally, Noah was either working on music, gaming, or sprawled out on the couch watching a movie or some anime. But today, there was silence.

You set your bag down, toeing off your shoes as you glanced around. It didn’t take long to find him, bundled up on the couch under a heavy blanket, his hair a mess, his face turned into the pillow.

“Noah?” you called gently, stepping closer.

He barely stirred, only shifting slightly. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath, but when he exhaled, it turned into a rough, scratchy cough that made you wince.

It had been a couple of days since Noah first mentioned that his throat was hurting a bit, but he insisted it wasn’t too bad and told you not to worry.

“Oh, babe…” you murmured, kneeling beside him. You brushed his hair back from his face, and his bleary eyes cracked open just enough to see you.

“Hey,” he rasped, his voice almost nonexistent.

Your brows knitted together in concern. “Your throat sounds awful.”

He nodded, swallowing thickly, before coughing again. You pressed your palm lightly to his forehead, expecting warmth, but he felt normal. No fever, at least.

“Been like this all day?” you asked, and he just nodded again, clearly too tired to answer properly. His eyes drifted shut, and your heart squeezed at how miserable he looked.

“Alright,” you sighed, standing up. “I’m taking care of you. Did you eat today?”

Noah barely reacted, only shaking his head and curling deeper into the blanket. You let him rest while you headed to the kitchen, quickly gathering ingredients for soup. Warm broth, soft vegetables, a little bit of chicken—it would be easy on his throat. As you chopped and stirred, the quiet in the apartment felt almost weird, and you realized how much you missed his usual teasing comments, his random hums of melodies, his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your head, his presence.

Once the soup was simmering, you returned to the couch with a cup of warm tea. Noah was half-awake, his eyes fluttering open when he heard you approach.

“Here, drink a little,” you coaxed, kneeling beside him again. He sighed but slowly pushed himself up, wincing as he swallowed. You helped him hold the cup, guiding it to his lips. He took a careful sip, his throat working as he swallowed.

A quiet groan left him. “Hurts,” he croaked.

“I know,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. “But this will help. And you need to eat.”

He leaned against you as he sipped. Once he’d had enough, you set the cup aside and gently eased him back onto the couch.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

You were supposed to spend the evening working on a project on your computer but now you had something more important to take care of.

You shook your head, slipping onto the couch beside him. “Nope. Gonna cuddle you all day.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he pulled you close, burying his face against your neck. His body was warm against yours, his breath slow and steady despite the occasional cough. You ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he relaxed.

He sighed deeply, his head tilting slightly, exposing more of his neck to you. The tattoos inked into his skin peeked out from under his hoodie, and without thinking, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

Then another.

And another.

Your lips ghosted over the inked skin and you felt the way he shivered slightly beneath you, his breath hitching, probably more from the fact that you were tickling him than anything else.

“What are you doing?” he murmured, his voice rough.

You smiled against his skin, pressing one more kiss right at the edge of his jaw. “Kissing where it hurts.”

He let out a low chuckle, though it quickly turned into a cough. You rubbed slow circles on his back as he recovered, his hand squeezing your waist in appreciation.

“That’s cute,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smirked. “I know.”

You stayed tucked against him as he drifted in and out of sleep, his arms holding you close.

At some point, his fingers lazily traced patterns against your arm. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke.

“Love you.”

Your heart melted. “I love you too.”

His grip tightened, and you knew he was grateful, even if he couldn’t say much.

And so you stayed there, tangled together, letting him rest. Because if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d always take care of him.

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Noah Sebastian

Warnings Key:

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Blurbs/ Head-cannons/ Drabbles

*most of these don’t have official titles so i just used the gist of each drabble for the hyperlinks*

@trvshdxddy :

brat tamer! noah 🌹

@n0ahsebastians :

munch! noah and his home studio 🌹

@starsomens :

face sitting 🌹

@measuredingold :

cuddling 🪻

@cowpokeomens :

face sitting 🌹

@omensandwonders :

camboy! noah 🌹

@bluestdai :

big and strong noah 🌹

heat wave 🌹

munch! noah 🌹

size kink noah + praise 🌹

@abiomens :

blurb seemingly abt noah’s fingers 🌹

massage therapist! noah 🌹

noah x reader x courtney laplante 🌹

@amourtoken :

nsfw noah thoughts 🌹

hard dom noah thoughts 🌹

god kink noah & christian reader 🌹

wolfcut! noah🌹

piercer! noah 🌹

@concreteangel92 :

‘God Complex’ 🌹

graveyard sex 🌹

glove 🌹

@idwt-money :

noah being pussy whipped 🌹

@veejezhyk :

munch! noah 🌹

noah’s love language (biting) 🪻🌹

@somebodyels3 :

shower blurb 🌹

@silentglassbreak :

trouble sleeping 🌹

@youebleedingred :

size kink noah 🌹

@rostoken :

best friend! noah 🪻🌹

@runningincircl3s :

best friend! noah & toys 🌹

@artificialstardust :

worshipping you 🌹

@yarasdead :

belly bulge 🌹

@noahsmuse :

‘adore you’ 🪻

@noahsebastions :

boxer! noah 🌹

@noahsbong :

stoner! noah

@twyftwyt :

daily noah thoughts

@fear-its-beauty :

confessing during sex 🌹🪻

@kaliforniahigh :

noah making reader squirt for the first time 🌹

munch! noah + things getting messy 🌹

noah x reader x folio :

@joshfuckingkiszka :

reader being a good girl for them 🌹

@artificialstardust :

noah teaching folio how to eat you out 🌹

[xmads-omensx]

The Ski Mask

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content warnings: none

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @alwaysfightforwhoyouare

Noah, who thinks it’s completely hysterical to crawl out of bed, put on his ski mask then rejoin you in bed before you wake up.

Noah who thinks that you waking up to him staring at you with the ski mask on and screaming so loud it wakes up Jolly and Jesse is the funniest thing he has ever seen.

Noah who will randomly put the ski mask on when he’s bored and lurk in the dark corners of the house and scare the shit out of you.

Noah who is forced to clean up the food you spilled on the carpet after he scared you and you spilled your ramen everywhere.

Noah who buys you flowers to apologise for scaring you so badly.

Noah who doesn’t regret it and will do it again simply because he finds it so funny.

Noah who is shocked when his sacred ski mask goes “missing” one night, only to discover where it went the next morning.

Noah who wakes up to you staring at him with HIS ski mask pulled over his head.

Noah who screams loud enough to wake up both Jesse and Jolly.

Noah who now lives in total fear of when your next attack might be.

Noah who learned his lesson the hard way.

[idwt-money]

thinking about after laying down in bed with him after a long day i would trace his tattoos and give the freckles on his shoulders kisses

[spicywhenspeaking]

Imagine for me if you will….you're having adult alone time and Noah comes home early and catches you.

One way he might react? 18+ ⤵️

He could come home and be really quiet. Trying to surprise you since he’s coming back earlier than you had thought. But as he gets closer to your shared bedroom he hears your quiet gasps and moans.

Of course after being away from you so long his cock would instantly be rock hard at the sounds of you pleasuring yourself.

When you moan out a soft “oh Noah” he knows there will be a wet spot on the inside of his sweatpants from the beads of precum he knows are leaking out of his now fully throbbing erection.

He would struggle between bargaining in and having his way with you or staying where he is and watching you from the crack in the door. His hand would move to apply pressure to alleviate some of the growing tension building in his pants. Palming himself and trying to stifle his own groan of pleasure.

Your cries are getting louder and breathier like you're nearing your own finish.

Noah is shaking with anticipation at this point, hand fully wrapped around and stroking his hard cock as you bury your head into the pillow and cry out your orgasm.

Just when he was about to bust through the door you would call out “are you going to come in and fuck me yet you perv”

You can’t help but chuckle to yourself because of course you knew he was there. You got a video doorbell notification and thought it would be a fun way to greet him and welcome him back home.

“Fuck yes” Noah would growl out and bust the door the rest of the way down before launching himself in bed next to you, enveloping you in a crushing hug and immediately searching out your lips to press a hungry kiss against them. “God I miss you so much” he mumbles against your lips and undresses the both of you in record time to get inside of you as fast as possible.

Different reactions next? Requests are open 🤩

🔛🔝ME🔜🙏🏻

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